Originally Posted by RedShift
Gentlemen, I love cannabis.
Gentlemen...I love cannabis.
Gentlemen, I SO LOVE CANNABIS.
I love bongs, I love pipes, I love Chillums, I love Dugouts.
I love Sativa, I love Indica, I love Reggies, I love Headies.
In my car, at work, on the streets, in the cities, in the bathrooms, on the sea, in the sky, in my basement, with my friends, in the middle of sex...
I cherish each and every way Cannabis can be smoked on this Earth.
I love the thick smoke emanating from my mouth after having taken a fat rip off a packed and watered bong.
My heart dances when I place the buds in my grinder and twist it together, the teeth tearing the tender fragrant leaves to pieces.
I love it when my friend rolls me a fat L and then I smoke it.
It left a warm felling in my chest when my friend then took the L and took a monster drag off it, only to exhale a veritable cloud of thick milky smoke.
I love it when the trichomes stick to my finger-tips upon handling the bud.
It moves me when I remember the sight of a new toker in a state of panic from tripping too hard, banging his fist on the dashboard over and over.
I can hardly contain myself, thinking of going home to roll a fresh joint.
And it is superb when I leave my house to sit on the porch in the cool, blessed moonlight with my joint in hand, filling my lungs with the life-giving smoke.
I even remember distinctly the large glass bowl that a friend had mine had once packed, smoking entire nugs inside of it. Where I got so incredibly stoned I was having revelations.
I love the fresh scent of recently-smoked marijuana in my car.
It is a very very sad thing when some noob to smoking exhales if a fit of laughter while hitting a bog, and the bud that we must smoke is soaked through.
I love being completely high moments after I rise from my bed.
Stubbing out a blunt in a full ashtray and then taking it apart later to smoke in a pipe is truly epic.
Gentlemen.
I wish to see people smoke more cannabis.
Gentlemen, my fellow blades who have gathered on this site...do you wish to smoke weed?
Do you wish for a blunt to smoke? Do you wish for a cheap, shitlike bag of shwag?
Do you wish for a bag of sticky, dank nugs with colourful hairs adorning their leaves and an aroma reminiscent of the musky odour of sex?
Very well.
Then let it be weed.
All our bud is held in a clenched fist, ready to smoke.
But for us who have continued to endure for years under the tyranny of the police and government...a single smoke is not enough!
A GREAT SMOKE! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION.
We are merely one forum, no more than a few thousand potheads. But I believe you are all seasoned tokers. So gentlemen, together we are a society of smokers as powerful as an entire Grateful Dead concert.
Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us down into the realm of none-toking. Let us seize them by their head, light their bong, and make them smoke.
We shall make them remember the taste of dank headies. We shall make them remember the sound of a bong bubbling.
We shall remind them that something in the interval between Heaven and Earth they don't even recall vith their philosophy does indeed exist.
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